Chapter 4 - The Plan
I was lost in thought again while sitting in my favorite place at the Institute. Thinking about Tessa and if she ever moved on from me. If she had ever found someone better. The more I thought of her, the more I itched to be with her. I thought back on the first time I ever saw her. In the Dark Sisters house, locked in a room and then I laughed. I had thought of her hitting me because she thought I was someone else. Thinking further I thought of how I had found her letters underneath her mattress and how I had taken them from the fire after Charlotte had tossed them into it, and I thought about how I had hid them in The Tale of Two Cities. But mostly I thought about how many times I had read them, over and over again. Just to read her letters made me love her.
She was everything I wanted in another person. And most importantly I loved her because she not only loved me but she loved Jem as well. With that thought being the last one through my head, I looked up to see if there were any good, new books in the library. I was skimming across the binds of the books when I noticed the author of a book that made me gasp. I pulled it out and read the cover, "My Two True Loves, By: Theresa Herondale." With that I grabbed the book and sat down by the widow were Tessa used to sit and began to read the book.
"Ok so what if we do get what we need Magnus?" I looked up from my book to see Jessamine talking to Magnus as they walked into the library.
"There you are Will" Magnus began.
"I have been looking everywhere for you, my son." With that I simply smiled and held up the book I was reading.
"Ah," said Magnus. "So I see you found something to read. Is it interesting?" Magnus smiled and gave me a quick wink.
"Indeed,"I replied. "It is quite well written-" I began...until Jessamine butted in.
"Look Magnus don't go and get yourself in any trouble. I mean if you do who's going to get you out? Us?" she pointed to me and herself.
"We're ghost Magnus we can't do much," she said with an angered voice.
"Well that's the point my dear Jessie. You nor William can get the things I need for this anyway," Magnus explained.
"Wait what are you guys arguing about?" I hated intruding but I felt like it was probably something to do with my problem.
"Well William" Magnus continued. "You see I want to go ahead and get the drug for Jem, in case the Silent Brother tells me it will work. But Jessie here thinks that I am going to get myself hurt trying to help you."
"Can I not get the drug for you?" I questioned. "I could sneak into the...well...the...wherever this drug is, and take it for you. I mean I am a ghost. How will they catch me," a smirk rose on my face. "You'll finally be putting me to work Magnus," I happily replied.
"Well I guess it's possible." Magnus replied with little comfort.
"It's settled then, I will go now. Where's this place at?" I hurried to reply for finally I might be able to make use of my ghostly talents and maybe I could rest my mind for a bit and stay off of the topic of Tessa and focus a little more on Jem.
"It's in the basement of the mundane hospital. If you follow me to the workshop I have a map of how to reach it," Magnus replied cheerfully. As I followed him I couldn't help but think about what kind of mess I would be getting myself into. I haven't very well been around any mundanes since my death and the London I knew has very much changed since I was last here. "Where's the hospital even at," I didn't realize I had spoken aloud.
"Excuse me?" Magnus wasn't even listening to me.
"The hospital, where is it?"
"Its where the old Grand Cathedral was, near the Downworld."
Great. Downworld, the place where I had most of my bad experiences when I was younger and reckless.
"Alright, I'll head down there tonight" I stood and carried the book Tessa wrote with me, I didn't want to leave it here, but if it stayed with me I would most definitely damage it, the last thing I would want to do. I headed up the stairs of Henry's old workshop. I walked down the long corridors of the old Institute down to my old room, and opened the door. Exactly how I left it when I switched rooms to share with Tess. Books lay on the dark, heavy wood side table and on the matching dresser. In one of the stacks I saw my copy of A Tale of Two Cities, I opened it to discover Tessa notes were still inside. She had taken them when her and Jem came into my room to find out where I had gone, but after we began our relationship she had returned them to me. And for so long that's where they stayed covered in dust from over the centuries. I had a sense of relief knowing that they were still there after all this time had passed. I gently placed them back into the book and placed the book on top of one of the stacks and then I placed Tessa's book on top. I then decided it was time for me to go to find the drug that Magnus needed. The thought of wasting anymore time sulking and thinking of old memories made me feel as though I was wasting my time when I could be spending it with Tessa and Jem. So I grabbed what I needed and fled out into the darkness of nighttime London.
"Wait, William." I turned to see Magnus running toward me.
"What, is everything alright?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, yes. You just forgot your map. You can't get through the basement without it. Trust me I've tried." Magnus handed the map to me and whispered, "Good Luck, oh and do you want to take a taxi?"
"A what? Magnus I'm not interested in you warlock ways of traveling, I'd rather walk."
"The streets are different from what you remember Will, new roads and new buildings, I really do suggest a taxi."
"No I insist to walk. But thank you for your concern. Besides could you see the mundanes face when the door opened and no one got in?" On that I left and started my journey to the mundane hospital on foot.
I followed all the old paths I used to take to get Jem's medicine. I was constantly running through mundanes on the sidewalk. They were taking there rectangular clock things out because they were making ringing noises and then they would hold them up to their ears. I still don't understand why no one carried the beautiful abstract silver and gold pocket watches the gentlemen would carry in my time. This was so strange to feel like an outsider in a world that I used to know so well. How times had changed since I had been a young shadowhunter. As my thoughts wandered to a halt I looked up to see that I was standing in front of the mundane hospital. Unprepared for what was inside, I hurried in anyway. To my surprise it was nice, peaceful and it smelled oddly very clean.
I hurried over to the stairs and started to descend down toward the basement. I followed sign after sign. Finally I made it, standing in front of me were two big metals doors, and on the doors was a sign, it read, "Basement." I continued to read on aloud, "Morgue." A shiver ran through me. But I continued to read aloud. "Incinerator." Another shivers ran through my spine...incinerator, I questioned myself. "What could that be?" I then continued to read on, "Pharmaceuticals. Ah, that's it." I drew out the map and followed the signs through the two metal doors and began my journey into the basement. As I walked through using the map I saw another sign that hung on two more large metal doors, it read, "Incinerator." And without giving it a second thought I walked in through the large doors. I had to see what this room was.
"By the Angel." I screamed. I was in total shock. I turned and ran out of the room. There were no words to describe what I just saw. Mundanes in boxes being put inside a furnace, being burned. I know that as shadowhunters We are but Dust and shadows, but those are mundanes. At least our ashes get spread across the ground for the earth. The image of the mundane in a box was stuck inside my thoughts for a while. Until I regrouped myself and moved on by thinking of why I had come here. "Jem. I am here for Jem." And with that I picked myself off the ground and pulled out the map and continued onward.

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Fanfiction!SPOILERS!: Shadowhunter William Herondale became a ghost after his death of old age because he had unfinished business to attend to in London.